Testo di Saddle Boy

Thru the grey frosty dawn, ev'ry cold winter's morn, rode this lad full of life and joy ev'ry day just the same down the roadway he came. He was known as their own saddle boy. Last verse Now the sad willows wave O'er the old silent grave, Where the tall grasses bend and bow. And the jackass's laugh is the only epitaph o'er the grave of this brave saddle boy.